Sister?

Freya was surprised to learn that Bradley had a sister.

When she asked him before if he had any other family, he always said no.

So how come this sister had suddenly appeared out of nowhere?

Before she could respond, the voice continued, "I've been living abroad all this time. Bradley just brought me back a couple of days ago. I thought he had already told you."

The girl's voice was soft and sweet, with a hint of surprise.

Freya pursed her lips and asked hoarsely, "Is he with you now?"

"Yes, he was with me all night since I wasn't feeling well. His fatigue has him sleeping. I used his phone to let you know since I was scared you might feel anxious waiting for him."

Why did Freya feel so uneasy, even though the girl had come to explain?

Sister?

Was she his real sister, or did he mean something else by that?

"What's your name?" Freya asked again, her voice dry with thirst.

"I'm Juliet Jordan. You can call me Juliet, just like Brady does," Juliet's sweet voice came through.

Juliet Jordan.

Bradley Austin.

These two names had no connection whatsoever.

Freya's mind went blank, and she blurted out, "Are you related to Bradley by blood?"

"He and I are playmates," the other person chuckled.

Boom!

Freya's mind exploded.

Playmates? So what kind of nonsense sibling relationship was this?

Freya's body shook.

No wonder he sneaked away last night. It turned out he went to meet his playmates.

She was so angry and jealous that she hung up the phone directly.

If she guessed correctly, this woman called her with ulterior motives.

Juliet heard the dial tone and smugly removed Bradley's call record from his phone before putting it back in his suit pocket.

She quietly left the study.

She was emotional as her wound reopened yesterday, so Bradley took care of her a whole night.

Although they didn't do anything, she was already satisfied.

She still had a chance if she knew he couldn't let her go.

What was Freya compared to her? Even if Bradley loved her, could it compare to the Jordan family's protection of Newman family?

Juliet returned to her room and continued pretending to sleep.

Meanwhile, in the study.

Someone pushed open the door from outside.

Bradley had just taken a shower. His hair was still damp and dripping with water. He wore a black shirt and trousers, exuding a powerful and dominant aura.

Juliet was in a terrible state last night. Her wound was inflamed and she had a fever in the middle of the night, so Xavier stayed to take care of her.

The following day, Xavier checked her temperature and found that the fever had already subsided. He walked over to the sofa, intending to call Freya. As he reached for his phone, his pupils constricted.

The phone was scalding hot, clearly touched by someone.

He checked the call records, but there was nothing unusual. Looking at his WhatsApp, he saw no new messages either.

His gaze shifted to the door, his brow furrowing slightly.

Then, he opened the study door and went to the bedroom.

Juliet was still sleeping, even breathing. He felt like he was being suspicious and closed the door again before going back to the study.

He tried calling Freya, but she didn't answer and just hung up.

He rubbed his temples. Was his wife angry because she woke up and didn't see him?

Royal Garden Mansion

Freya glared at the incoming call display, biting her lip.

Was it Juliet calling again?

She did it on purpose.

She was so annoyed when she thought about Bradley being with his playmates last night.

That girl even calls him "Brady."

Her soft-spoken nature suggested a captivating beauty.

What did they do together last night?

The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. She couldn't relax, so she got out of bed and prepared for the day. She changed her clothes and went downstairs.

Frederick greeted her, "Madam, Mr. Bradley told you to rest well. Why did you come downstairs? Call me if you need anything. You don't have to get out of bed."

"I'm fine. A little injury won't kill me," Freya responded irritably and headed straight for the door.

Frederick could tell she was upset, so he called Bradley.

After hanging up the phone, he sent a few bodyguards to follow her.

Freya was quick to spot the tailing guards. After getting into the car, she made a series of twists to shake them off. After losing them, she roamed around the streets.

She wasn't keen on going to Madeline's place or the clinic since she knew Bradley would track her down soon.

Right now, she just wanted to be alone.

Lost in thought, Freya didn't pay much attention as she ran through a red light. Suddenly, she was jolted awake by the blaring horns around her. She quickly turned the steering wheel, but the car lost control and crashed into a dark grey Maybach parked on the side of the road.

The sleeping man in the car was startled by the hit. As the vehicle slammed forward, he grabbed the door handle to balance himself.

Ivan, who was driving, hit his head on the steering wheel.

Cursing inwardly, he glanced back at the man in the back seat and asked with concern, "Mr. Fenton, are you alright?"

Lance's expression was somber as he gazed out of the car window with a piercing look, catching sight of a familiar slender figure in the car.

He waved his hand at Ivan. "I'm fine. Go check outside."

"Yes, Sir."

Ivan cursed, wondering who dared to crash into Mr. Fenton's car. It was truly outrageous.

Freya cowered in the car, eyeing the wrecked back of the other vehicle and feeling doomed.

It wasn't good.

Should she run now or get out of the car?

The car was expensive, and the other party seemed like a big shot. Freya would be in a lot of trouble if they decided to press charges.

She chewed on her lip and stared at her fingernails, her mind racing.

It was all Bradley's fault, stirring up her emotions so much that she carelessly crashed into someone else's car.

As Freya hesitated, there was a knock on the car window.

A man stood outside the car with a fierce expression, knocking hard. "Get off!"

Freya knew she couldn't avoid this, so she rolled down the window and smiled forcibly. "I'm sorry. This accident was my fault. I'll take full responsibility."

"This isn't about responsibility. Our CEO, Mr. Fenton, is in shock. You need to apologize to him." Ivan said, glancing up at Freya. Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

This woman ...

Wasn't she who used Mr. Fenton as a shield at the restaurant last time and got those gangsters sent to jail?

Mr. Fenton even had someone in prison teach those gangsters a lesson for her.

Ivan recognized her. He was about to report to Mr. Fenton but didn't expect Mr. Fenton to get out of the car first.

The moment the car window opened, he saw Freya.

"It's you!"